man of constant hunger

Last Thursday after a delectable course of three cheese lasagna with spinach and basil and a mixed green salad with sweet peppers and avocados, HungryMan (also known as Nate) headed to the kitchen to prepare himself a man-sized lunch portion. I was helping Ava get ready to go to a reception at church, so he offered to put the rest of the food away.

As we were about to walk out the door, I noticed that the half-eaten salad was still on the counter.

“Nate, I thought you were going to put away the food,” I said as I began pouring the salad into a plastic container.

“What are you doing, honey,” he replied. “We never eat left-over salad.”

While this is true, I have an aversion to throwing away perfectly good food. I’d prefer to put it in the fridge and wait until it’s actually wilted before discarding it. So I placed the small container of salad next to mammoth container of lasagna, closed the fridge door and left for church.

The next morning, I was sipping hot tea and writing away at my favorite get-away while Ava was at preschool, when Google chat popped up on my screen:

11:58 AM Nate: hi

11:59 AM me: hi

Nate: i brought the wrong lunch!

me: serious?

what did you bring?

Nate: salad!

me: ha!

Nate: with soggy croutons!

me: I saw you had the salad

Nate: no dressing!

me: and I thought, oh, he’s being healthy eating salad WITH his lasagna

Nate: nope i’ve just got salad

me: i can’t breath

Nate: worse…i almost microwaved it!

me: can’t breath

Nate: worse news of the day!

me: laughing so hard, can’t type

12:01 PM crying in fact

seriously, I was wondering why you had grabbed the salad when you said last night “we never eat the left- over salad.